Spare yet evocative, the poems in
Mister Martini
pair explorations of a father-son relationship with haiku-like martini recipes. The martini becomes a daring metaphor for this relationship as it moves from the son’s childhood to the father’s death. Each poem is a strong drink in its own right, and together they form a potent narrative of alienation and love between a father and son struggling to communicate.From the book: Inventor - My father was an inventor of martinis. He acquired archaic languages, collected Renaissance textiles. But mostly he made martinis. He worked at night in a closed room. Martini chilled among purple crocuses, served with two drops of spring snow gathered from the petals.